Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.